TITLE: The Scent of Humanity
GENRE: Commercial fiction
The sun was still flirting with the sky in a last-ditch attempt to stay the night when Nick Fahey arrived on the scene, his blue light casting an eerie glow over the blush of sunset. Last but not least, he noted as he angled his unmarked Taurus into position behind two cruisers parked alongside the curb and killed the lights along with the engine. That was sure to make headlines, if he knew anything about his colleagues. Rob Lamont didn't disappoint.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up!" Rob called from his position on the sidewalk. "Nice of you to join us, Detective Fahey."
How did I know that was coming? Nick thought. Didn't matter that he'd made detective over a year ago; his buddies still didn't miss an opportunity to rib him about it. And Rob was the worst. For some odd reason, Rob believed that growing up on the same street and being a life-long friend gave him special privileges over the rest of their colleagues; he always added that extra little jibe. The added zinger that carried more weight due to their brotherly bond. Not that Nick minded; he got his own hits in.
With a smile at that thought, Nick grabbed a notepad from the dashboard and departed the Taurus. A wave of heat hit him the moment he opened the door and he resisted the urge to ditch his blazer. Ah, the wonders of July in New England.